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About Lille

So, listen up, mate—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Gotta know the spots, yeah? Dark alleys, shady bars—my precious knows ‘em all! Once saw this gal, right, hair like fire, heels clackin’. Thought, “She’s trouble, she is!” Kinda like Anton, that creepy bastard with his coin toss. “Call it, friendo,” I muttered, watchin’ her. Didn’t ask her price—too scared, ha!

About the Author

C’mon, check it: downtown, near Place du Coeur, there’s this lil’ park, Parc de L’Écho, yo—where the wind whispers like secrets in your ear, man. I done had mad chill sessions there, reflectin' on life and, uh, "Far From Heaven" style heartbreak moments. You remember that flick? “That's how you keep your love alive.” Man, it hits different here.

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